Poem: “She Looked for Signals”

She looked for signals

In words, numbers & clouds

Or how the day unfolded

What things right

What went wrong.

Her nose flared for odors

That gave away sin

Troubles with parings

Deep in the trash bin

And never forget the sink

And its dark hole’s descent

Even sparrows atop

Might be sucked down below.

All considered for a day

Her vigilance kept death

Way past her front door.

We called her mother.


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